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Flora; a hellish pit stop on the road to Wing City. The Convoy of fifteen whitewashed Tech Con vehicles found themselves moving along the streets of Flora.

The thundering of the truck engines, the protesting moan of the Tylium-Diesel engines in each of the precision crafted Aschen machines, echoed through the run down buildings of Flora, with the dust cloud hovered above the convoy. Fifteen white trucks, eight of them resembling the Toyota HiLux, with various implements of war mounted upon them, and six large white washed Armored personnel carriers made their way towards Flora. Each of these armed vehicles were guarding a large white Tech Con eighteen-wheeler truck, inside the trailer was a Thunderbolt missile, a long range Interstellar Missile employed by the Aschen Empire, and mounted on the missile was a Tricobalt warhead that amounted to a high-yield upwards of 20,000 teracochranes, which was capable of rending space-time itself, and tearing a short-lived hole directly into subspace.

The narrow dusty streets afforded a poor engagement zone for the mercenaries of Convoy Alpha-fifteen, but the multitude of cover, and the general array of the city afforded it's own advantages; advantages that Security Chief Callandra Henderson, the young Security captain of the entire Tech Con RDA Detatchment had to consider as her eyes glossed over the map of Flora.

"This place is a dump." She commented off hand to her second in command, and her right-hand-man Arren Valaj, the muscular Korkea Kallio tribesman, a native of the planet Langara that was not part of the Colonial Aschen settlers. Arren offered a curt nod, as his eyes wandered outside the window of the Technical.

His calm meditation was interrupted abruptly by the sound of a mercenary's voice, the voice cut through the dull roar of the Technical like a knife through butter.

"I got something on the DRADIS." He commented, and both Arren and Callandra turned to face the man, as he held up a portable tablet.

Bishop merely let out an audible grunt, as he turned to go back to his own datapad.

Callandra turned to the Disruptor rifle housed on a secure rack between the front and rear seats, the truck shifted only slightly as it went over a bump, and she grasped the radio.

"All units cease advance, we've got something on DRADIS." She called out, and the entire convoy of vehicles ground to a halt, engines protested and brakes squealed.

The denizens of Flora gave the Tech Con convoy a wide berth, given the Aschen's reputation here on Terra, it seemed fairly wise to simply avoid them. And so the various miscreants hid within the buildings, as the Tech Con security captain opened the driver door to her truck, and stepped out, flanked by a squad of Tech Con mercs that disembarked from the APC Directly behind them.

Callandra grabbed the Disruptor rifle from within the truck, while the Mercenary on the mounted gun swiveled the rotary plasma cannon to bear forward. Arren was directly behind the Captain, with Bishop stepping out third.

The Alteran mercenary looked up, his mind wandering into the surrounding buildings, his lips pursed from behind his skull mask, and he held out his hand. It was gestured towards a large warehouse before them.

"I sense something, we'll need to clear that warehouse before we proceed." Bishop said calmly, as Callandra nodded. "Tairns, Katrine, you're with me, Valaj, Bishop, take point. Everyone else. Guard that warhead with your lives." Callandra ordered, as she checked her disruptor rifle.

"Bounding overwatch, make use of cover. Let's roll!"